Once

The night suspends our hurries
it is imagine time
close your eyes
and see what your thoughts are

twain

He taught her to feel the varied textures of passion
interpreted the nuance of apathy
saved her from the leaderless procession
into the bleak meadow of conformity

As she maneuvered him past the misinterpretation of emotion
to the bliss of languishing within the moment
that he could understand the reverse of need
and give as he was given and love as he was loved

Premonition

Do you remember when a touch was electric
when a kiss was more than maybe
we wanted so deeply
yet words faltered into whispers

We were short order lovers
lust for the moment with no rings attached
we wanted to wake to a feast
but looked to the other to be the servant

I would awake before you
and pretend sleep
allowing you the chance of mood
you out feigned me until we both had excuses

You in a pajama top
and I in bottoms
like jigsaw pieces from different boxes
joined by force not finesse

threads on the verge of ravel
once a touch always a memory
you knew me by intuition
I knew you by the way you kept your secrets

Premonition was how we stayed in touch
I never lost my sleeping dreams for you
funny how empty beds can beckon lovers
with promise of respite for their fractured souls